[TS] Starting the Broadcast

Snow.
Hateful garbage falling from the sky.
At that time, I hadn’t been to the military yet, but I instinctively understood.
The only ones welcoming this white garbage in the world were ignorant children and couples possessed by a pair of cockroaches, sticking closely together.
Anyway, it was snowing that day.
I diligently swept because if snow accumulated and the ground near the convenience store entrance froze, customers could slip and get hurt.
But there’s no winning against the snow piles that accumulate again as time passes.
Eventually, I decided to sweep every 30 minutes and was stocking items.
“Hey!”
A voice calls out while I’m taking items out of the storage.
I glance at the counter to see an elderly customer standing with his hands behind his back.
“Yes, I’m coming.”
As I take my place at the counter, the elderly customer opens his mouth.
“Esse Gold.”
“Here it is.”
I took out the cigarettes, but his expression wasn’t good.
Sure enough, he says he doesn’t like the picture on the cigarette pack and asks to change it.
I’m dumbfounded by his consistent informal speech from the start, his deeply frowning expression, and his audacity to demand all the packs be brought out even after exchanging for a different picture that he still didn’t like.
Still, I exercised patience to the end.
After several exchanges, the elderly customer finally found a pack with a picture he liked and was about to pay when he looked outside and moved towards the refrigerator saying he’d get a bottle of makgeolli.
What a troublesome customer.
A moment later, the elderly customer returned with the makgeolli, his expression not good.
As I take the makgeolli to ring it up, he suddenly complains that it’s 200 won more expensive than the supermarket down there.
This is difficult.
My poker face is about to crumble at the appearance of this truly powerful villain.
As I try to soothe the elderly customer with kind words and complete the transaction, he fumbles in his pocket, takes out a few 1000 won bills, and throws them on the counter.
Snap-!
It’s the moment when something called reason snaps inside me.
I had endured as much as I could.
But openly expressing anger here would be amateur.
I calmly take the money and complete the transaction, waiting for a chance to counterattack.
“Here you go.”
I naturally scatter the change on the counter.
I didn’t throw it blatantly though.
But it was enough to convey my displeasure.
The elderly customer glares at me.
And says in a low voice,
“You throw money?”
His intelligence level must be on par with an amoeba.
Clearly so, since he doesn’t even remember throwing money himself about 10 seconds ago.
Anyway, I fought hard with that elderly bastard.
Other customers came in and watched, and someone must have called because the police came to mediate.
And I got fired.

“Anyway, because I have such a sad memory, I’ll choose the right one.”

– The room owner is filming a sitcom alone.
-Imagining it was me, it gives me chills. The problem is always the old people.
-Yeah, looking at their behavior, kids these days, middle and high schoolers without manners are more problematic.
-Caught you, you old fogey!

“Let’s go to the next one.”

This time it was simple.
A customer lingering at the counter when the next shift worker needs to take over VS a customer complaining to the worker about expensive items.

“The former can’t even be called a troublemaker to begin with. It’s not like that person came knowing it was shift change time.”

I chose the right one.
Moving on to the next round!

“I’ll go with the former for this one. I have bad memories with drunk customers…”

-Bad memories are king truth.
-Extreme Job: Convenience Store Part-timer Edition ;
-Not filming a sitcom this time?

After that, it was simple.
I chose customers who eat food and leave a mess, those who pick fights when asked if they need a bag, and those who come to pay with a huge amount of coins.

-A reasonable amount of change is actually appreciated, as we sometimes run short. But bringing a huge lump is a bit much.
-A lump?
-Are you perhaps…? ㅋㅋ

“Please refrain from mentioning other broadcasters.”

After the round of 16 ended, the quarterfinals and semifinals passed boringly fast.
The memory of that winter day with the elderly bastard came back so strongly that it unconsciously guided my choices.
And finally, we reached the last final round.

“Looking at it like this, it’s really dizzying.”

-Battle of memories .
-A woman truly serious about memories .
-Ugh… just imagining both makes me annoyed.
-The final matchup is nauseating.

Bastard who throws money or items at the counter VS Drunk bastard who causes all sorts of problems inside the store.
It was hard to choose easily because I had bad experiences with both cases.
The image of that old man on that winter day and the drunk who broke a soju bottle and sat crying in front of the counter overlap.
The police came and sent him away, but instead of going home, he came back 10 minutes later and caused trouble again, that very drunk!

“Hmm. Then my choice is…”

-Why are you trembling over this .
-I vote for the drunk. You can momentarily ignore and get over the old bastard who speaks informally and throws money, but try working at a convenience store in the entertainment district. There’s no solution when you meet a bastard who vomits inside the store.
-ㅋㅋㅋ I was going to argue, but I surrender at the word ‘vomit’. I give up!
-If someone vomits inside the store, the smell would probably last half a day even after ventilating ㅋㅋ
-It’s over. Let’s go with the drunk.

My judgment becomes clouded by a viewer’s strong chat content.
Imagining cleaning up the mess made by a drunk, it seemed I could endure and overlook being spoken to informally by an older customer.
So just as I was about to choose the latter!

[반말이제일싫어 has donated 500 water balloons.]

-I.hate.informal.speech.the.most.

“…After all, manners are important for people. How can you use informal speech to someone younger than you when you’ve just met? I’ll go with the former.”

Click-!
The final selection was made.
Then a shower of boos pours from the viewers.

-A money bug did this?
-Is there a BJ who sells their conscience for 500 water balloons?
-You built up all that tension and then backstabbed us? ㅋㅋ

“No, everyone think about it. What’s the reason we keep working steadfastly while dealing with these troublemakers?”

-I don’t know what you’re saying, but I understand well that the room owner’s conscience has gone missing.
-A ‘woman’ who betrayed memories. I was sincere, but I’m the only one betrayed again.

“Stop talking nonsense and listen. We endure and work to earn money, right? But it’s 500 water balloons. That means I’d have to work 5 hours at a convenience store to earn that amount.”

-So what?
-ㅋㅋㅋ We’re watching a BJ rationalizing their money madness.

“What I’m saying is… even the me from that winter day… even the me who struggled dealing with drunks would have gladly given up the win for 500 water balloons. So, I’m proud.”

-I’ve fallen for this woman’s ‘logic’.
– If you can earn 5 hours by selling your conscience for a moment.
– It’s king truth.

And so the conclusion was reached.
It ended faster than expected, but everyone was laughing and chatting, so it wasn’t bad.
The remaining time could be spent casually talking about recent happenings or League of Legends related issues.
As I was thinking that, one of the viewers sent in a report.

-By the way, do you know you’re in Ideal Type World Cups too? And not just in one place.
-I saw it too  To grow like this in just a month of broadcasting.
-Hmm… one of them is a bit…;;

“Oh! Really? What’s the name?”

-It’s Female BJ Voice World Cup. You’re in the latest version.
-But the trap is that the room owner’s representative voice is hardship. The BJ whose original voice has disappeared.
-No, where did Hani’s original voice go ㅋㅋ
-Kneel before hardship!

Curious about the viewers’ excited reactions, I searched for that Ideal Type World Cup to find myself.
It was fascinating.
When I was a viewer, I just watched and laughed, but to think I would directly appear as a candidate in an Ideal Type World Cup.
It was slightly disappointing that it wasn’t my original voice but my ‘hardship’ voice impersonation, but anyway it felt good to be recognized.

-Actually, the really ‘hot’ one is separate.
-Ahem! Wasn’t that a secret?
-A devilish World Cup that good viewers can’t see ㄷㄷ

“…Your reactions are suspicious?”

The guilty-looking viewers tried to play innocent, but there’s always someone who likes to come forward anywhere.

-There’s one called… Mid Carry Power World Cup, and you’re in it.
-I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!
-Run away!
-DEFCON 2 issued! Everyone prepare to flee!

“Huh? Is that really the name?”
I’m a jungler, isn’t this a mistake?
While tilting my head in confusion, my fingers were diligently searching for the World Cup with that name.

“……”

-Room owner, I did not conduct that World Cup. My house cat just accidentally clicked a few times.
-A컵보면짖는개: Retreat!
-ㅓㅜㅑ!
-Today’s broadcast is precious. You’ll leave a replay, right?

What did I just see?
Looking at the viewers’ reactions, it wasn’t a mistake.
Mid Carry Power World Cup.
As it turns out, it wasn’t about actual mid laners, but a play on words using League of Legends.
Photos of two female cam BJs appearing in revealing outfits from the start.
Looking at that, I felt my chest becoming majestic.
As I silently moved to the next round, my photo appeared.

-God Hani! God Hani! God Hani!
-There’s no face, but the mid doesn’t lose!
-Let’s make God Hani the winner!
-Room owner, can I capture that and use it as my wallpaper?

“Sigh… perverts.”
The viewers enjoyed being scolded, saying it was a reward, and we bickered back and forth.
Then the broadcast ended.

“This is embarrassing.”
Seeing ‘myself’ as a woman in a photo rather than a mirror felt strange.
Of course, my face isn’t shown and it’s a photo emphasizing the chest area, but… anyway, it didn’t feel normal.

[Good. This is acknowledging yourself as a woman and dedicating yourself even more to the noble duty bestowed by the Goddess.]

“Shut up!”

Another day ends like this.